Arturo Saenz P.8 2/17/14
Bell ringer: You were walking along the forest and there is a hole in the ground
I was sure this is was where he had disappeared.But all that remained was the stainless steel throwing knife,no more no less.At the end of it you can see the crusted red dark dry blood that was on the point of the sharp glowing blade.I sat there in the leaves studing the dry blood left of the shining blade that was reflecting the son at me and also the memory of my father.It took into a great big world inside my head relieving every moment in my head about how my father came to be where he is today.All of a sudden I hear a noise coming from the distance.I let my eyes wounder about the forest, trying to look for the man who was the key to finding my father.Out of no, where a rabbit sprinted in front of me. It was midsummer and I kept on thinking to my self I should of been out by the community pool.She realized looking down at her blade that nothing will ever be the same.
Since the recent apocalyptic rise things have not been the same.There was a revolution an outbreak on society, government officials just took to much,taxed to much,and justice soon became a forgotten word, it was complete chaos.Soon just like the corrupt politics of the US took everything from the people, the people took everything from each other. It was neighbor against neighbor,cop against neighbor,and cop against cop.You couldn't even trust a soul even if they had everything. But Tera only knew survival,she did take what she wanted just what she needed, and gave to those who also needed and took from the greedy, a lesson learned by her father.Pretty soon governments collapsed,the common dollar bill became yesterdays garbage, and no one the word law was soon forgotten, it was complete Anarchy.It was survival of the fittest ,and death to the weakest.She knew one thing she wasn't weak.Tera and her father John have come along way from the chaotic city of Chicago, Illinois to find themselves in some wilderness resort,there mother Elizabeth died from the the revolution, not as a warrior but just a mother in her own home preparing a meal for her family then it all it came down harder than the door that was smashed open by a dozen men, they decide to bathe the house in gasoline. I think they wanted to get her as an example,why do you think they had her hung by her neck in the front lawn of my house and had a sign that said "you are either against us or with us" and had a capital AP circled representing Anti Politics,that's there cult name.The same cult that kidnapped my father.I suspect they wanted to grow stronger so they so called recruited my father. Pretty soon Chicago was a huge ash tray and there was really nothing for us there anymore,so we moved.We decided to head down south looking for anything we can find.We found absolutely nothing.Except for trouble which we are in.
Finally here I am with nothing but a revolver handgun, a Katana samuria sword, and throwing knives,that all I need and that all I want if I am to find my father. First I will need to find the man who tried to snap my neck,he shouldn't be to hard to track he left me a trail of blood that will lead me to the AP cult.So now I will burn there world down just as they did to me.Who knows what other troubles I will find for my self.
Bell ringer: You were walking along the forest and there is a hole in the ground
I was sure this is was where he had disappeared.But all that remained was the stainless steel throwing knife,no more no less.At the end of it you can see the crusted red dark dry blood that was on the point of the sharp glowing blade.I sat there in the leaves studing the dry blood left of the shining blade that was reflecting the son at me and also the memory of my father.It took into a great big world inside my head relieving every moment in my head about how my father came to be where he is today.All of a sudden I hear a noise coming from the distance.I let my eyes wounder about the forest, trying to look for the man who was the key to finding my father.Out of no, where a rabbit sprinted in front of me. It was midsummer and I kept on thinking to my self I should of been out by the community pool.She realized looking down at her blade that nothing will ever be the same.
Since the recent apocalyptic rise things have not been the same.There was a revolution an outbreak on society, government officials just took to much,taxed to much,and justice soon became a forgotten word, it was complete chaos.Soon just like the corrupt politics of the US took everything from the people, the people took everything from each other. It was neighbor against neighbor,cop against neighbor,and cop against cop.You couldn't even trust a soul even if they had everything. But Tera only knew survival,she did take what she wanted just what she needed, and gave to those who also needed and took from the greedy, a lesson learned by her father.Pretty soon governments collapsed,the common dollar bill became yesterdays garbage, and no one the word law was soon forgotten, it was complete Anarchy.It was survival of the fittest ,and death to the weakest.She knew one thing she wasn't weak.Tera and her father John have come along way from the chaotic city of Chicago, Illinois to find themselves in some wilderness resort,there mother Elizabeth died from the the revolution, not as a warrior but just a mother in her own home preparing a meal for her family then it all it came down harder than the door that was smashed open by a dozen men, they decide to bathe the house in gasoline. I think they wanted to get her as an example,why do you think they had her hung by her neck in the front lawn of my house and had a sign that said "you are either against us or with us" and had a capital AP circled representing Anti Politics,that's there cult name.The same cult that kidnapped my father.I suspect they wanted to grow stronger so they so called recruited my father. Pretty soon Chicago was a huge ash tray and there was really nothing for us there anymore,so we moved.We decided to head down south looking for anything we can find.We found absolutely nothing.Except for trouble which we are in.
Finally here I am with nothing but a revolver handgun, a Katana samuria sword, and throwing knives,that all I need and that all I want if I am to find my father. First I will need to find the man who tried to snap my neck,he shouldn't be to hard to track he left me a trail of blood that will lead me to the AP cult.So now I will burn there world down just as they did to me.Who knows what other troubles I will find for my self.
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